The Spirit of Gaia emerges to address Omnium Gatherum of August Beings
For Aeons have I been chosen a hearth to Homo Sapiens
A dulcet cavatina warbled through celestial spheres
To herald the coming day-spring of spirit-seeds
Which then glimmered with plusquam perfection
By the Noble Hands of the Divine Alchemist.
Earth was in first flush of youth, and glorious
The dawn chorus that rose to meet the noon-day Sun
Porphyry-born roses, love’s mighty pennons, harbinger
Of Hope, spread roseate glow over vales and dales.
Dulcet chansons from far-away Eden cradled the cerulean globe.
Pure-Spiritual Knights who guard the most hallowed sanctuary-the Holy Grail. In deep reverence and devotion, they bow before the Holy of Holies.